Everybody I talk to – which, granted, is two whole people – complains of sinus trouble lately. I do confess it was kind of nice that yesterday was not nearly so blazingly bright. Not so nice that the reason was all that smoke. Seems a lightning strike started a fire in a national forest a hundred miles or more from here, and the FS decided to contain it and let it burn. Though the Gods of Anarchy could strike me dead for saying so, it’s probably the right thing to do. A hassle for those of us downwind, though. One of the nice things about living in the desert is no serious fear of wildfire. But being downwind of a whole bunch of forest, we still get the smoke damn near every summer.
In other weather news, I see here that “Monsoonal Flow Kicks In This Week,” which I never heard the expression “monsoonal flow” before, but I take it to mean we’re going to get an inconveniently early Monsoon. Inconvenient because I wanna get the Lair painted first, but I’m stuck because of a debit card issue which cannot be resolved before next week.
It’s just been that kind of year, weather-wise. I have no doubt it’ll keep me on tenterhooks until the moment I acquire the paint, rain buckets until I manage to get the final coat of paint on between deluges, and then dry out like a dead mouse on a tin roof.
Smoke you say? There go your photons Joel. Easy come, easy go.
Thankfully here in central CO we’ve been too wet to have forest fire danger. But it’s heavily pine pollen season here and everything is coated with yellow pollen. Good news for the Kleenex industry, not so good for the sinuses.